F1 Poem: Spanish GP Review in Verse

Let’s look back, at the last Grand PrixAnd do it with style… poeticallyFormula One arrived in SpainAnd on Friday morning was greeted by rainRight from the start, Alonso showed paceHe needed results, here at his home raceThe story would change, on SaturdayAll but Mercedes, were in dismayRosberg on pole, he put on a showHe and Lewis locked out the front rowNo one in Spain, could see this comingThose silver arrows were really hummingParade lap done and cars lined upAn F1 storm, brewing in a teacupOff the line with impetuous hasteThe man up front was impatiently chasedLewis locked up into turn oneThen Vettel jumped Lewis and got the job doneAlonso passed both, round the outsideA podium finish he would not be deniedAs the race continued, the Mercs dropped backUnable to challenge or mount an attack

Lewis exclaimed, “I can’t go any slower”His Merc must have felt, like a riding lawn mowerOn lap 35, Hulk and Vergne collidedT’was a pit stop release, that was somewhat misguidedAlonso in front and stretching his leadThen eventually coasting his prancing steedBy the final stages, Kimi settled in secondIt’s the best he could do, the flying Finn reckonedMassa did well, from ninth into thirdWhich meant Vettel’s podium, would now be deferredSeb lost this battle, but he’s winning the warIf he wants a fourth title, he’ll have to do moreThat’s it from Spain, now on with the showAs the F1 circus heads to Monaco

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